[Verse 1: ~Lupe Fiasco~]
I see, diamond flooded demons, Lamborghini angels
Halos down with the doors flapping when they came through
Windows up, system bumping, you the one they sang to
Same two, who said they the ones you should send your thanks through
Pockets full of blessings, they can sanctify and saint you
You can hear ‘em revving up in heaven now, can’t you?
Sandals made of chrome, his soul made of leather
An engine full of sinning and, candy painted feathers
The sound of the motor only reverend you confess to
I see this all in the eyes of the girl I’m next to
I asked her “Where we going?” and she just told me “Pleasure”
Hands on the wheel, and her heels on the accelor-
-Rator, told her wait up, she kept going like et cetera
But like a broken record, we’ve come too far to just wheel it back, selector
So we gon’ ride forever, forever, forever, forever, forever

[Verse 2: ~Lupe Fiasco~]
Uh, said she was a fan of mine
Knew she was New Jersey, but said that she was Anaheim
Butterflies turn to suicides, now it’s phantoms flying
Used to whisper in my ear, but now she tryna ‘vander mine
That holy feeling (Holyfield) all gone, slowly feeling all wrong
None of this is satisfyin’, pull it over, let me out
I’ll just hitchhike back to mine
Nothing’s really as it seems, yeah I shoulda known that
Thought I called a angel, devils had my phones tapped,